My Turret Has a Caliber of Three Thousand Meters Chapter 44

"But, these have nothing to do with us."

"Today, we are destined to be unable to compete for the top spot on the race kill list."

"but--"

The wise man paused for a while, with an inexplicable look in his eyes: "However, we can collect these seriously injured aliens."

"Accumulate for a day, so that the probability of winning the list tomorrow will greatly increase."

"If one day is not enough, I will accumulate two days."

"No matter how bad it is, after seven days of accumulation, the alien race accumulated in seven days, if the slaughter is completed in one day, will definitely help the ape-human race to reach the top of the list!"

"In the worst ending, the apes will also be ranked first on the race kill list every seven days!"

Suville and the patriarch looked at each other, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in their eyes: "Listen to the wise."

And Suvier roared with a slightly excited expression: "Since I don't need to be a butcher here anymore, then I'll rush over and lead the clan to fight together."

"Go."

"Hey."

Suwell grinned excitedly, and threw the sickle in the air in front of him. At the same time, he jumped forward quickly, grabbed a vine hanging on the tree in front of him, and swung forward instantly. .

And in mid-air, he received the huge sickle nearly two meters high.

"Little bunnies, feel the fear brought by the first warrior of the ape race!"

And the old man who was standing in the same place looked at Suwell who was holding the vine and swung forward quickly, and helplessly shook his head and sighed: "It would be nice if all the ape-men descended in one place."

"I don't know what happened to the other tribes."

"The Ape Saint will protect them."

"I hope so."

Ten Thousand Races Arena.

The edge of a valley.

A man stood on the edge of the cliff with a cold expression, staring at the almost full of alien races in the canyon below, and spitting on the alien race in the canyon below with a thick spit full of disgust.

He just took the handkerchief handed over by the subordinate next to him, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said.

"Feed them, I don't want these little babies of mine to starve to death."

"Yes!"

The subordinate standing next to him took out a red button from his arms and pressed it immediately.

I saw originally, the ground on the edge of the empty valley suddenly opened like a machine, and two huge containers stretched out.

And this container was filled with some unknown food that smelled like a paste.

Yes, although this thing smells a bit fishy, it is indeed food.

soon.

The two containers stretched out in the mid-air of the canyon, flipped 180 degrees suddenly, and the soup with unknown particles suddenly poured down towards the alien race crowded in the canyon below.

As for the alien races piled up in the canyon below, they didn't dislike this, but their eyes were red and they grabbed the food and stuffed it into their mouths.

hungry?

Possibly, but it is more likely that these aliens are already crazy.

In the canyon below, there are human races, ape-human races, and swamp races, but there is no mechanical race.

This is a meat valley for the mechanic.

"Chen Jiang, a human player."

The cold-faced man standing on the ground looked at the name and paused for a while, then sneered: "In one day, he killed nearly 2,000 aliens and made it to the top of the list."

"It's really a big show."

"The human race player, it is estimated that this Chen Jiang has been regarded as the savior of the human race, right?"

"That's the ignorance of the human race."

The subordinate standing by the side bowed respectfully and flattered: "Who doesn't know, Lord Feng Jiutian, you have several meat valleys, and the meat valley in front of you has kept nearly 3,000 alien meat beasts in captivity."

"As long as you are willing, Sir, you can instantly be ranked number one on the killing list of that race, and step on that human race player Chen Jiang under your feet."

The man in front of him is Feng Jiutian of the mechanical family.

Yesterday, with the achievement of killing 1,789 aliens in a single day, he ranked first on the racial kill list.

Today, however, they only ranked second in the ranking by killing 828 aliens.

"Let the human player be proud for a while, as long as Lord Feng Jiutian clears up all the meat valley before twelve o'clock today."

"You can catch up with that human race player Chen Jiang in an instant."

"It is estimated that at that time, the human race player's mood was from heaven to hell. Anyone who thinks that he has a stable number one ranking, but is stolen from the tower overnight, will have a mental breakdown."

This subordinate was on the side and suggested respectfully.

"Do not."

Feng Jiutian shook his head coldly: "What I want is not only to win today's machine race ranking, but also to completely smash the human race's belief."

"The human race players must now think that there is a strong person from their own race who can lead them down."

"And I, Feng Jiutian, will stomp this human player Chen Jiang under his feet, and tell the human players that the powerhouse you rely on is not enough for a mechanic."

"As long as the belief of a race is shattered, the race will be easily crushed."

"Stealing the tower will indeed lead to a one-day victory, but what I want is to be upright. Under the general trend, let the people realize their humbleness and the strength of the machine family!"

The next second—

Feng Jiutian raised his hand calmly and patted his chest lightly.

Immediately—

There was a sound of gears turning, and Feng Jiutian's chest unexpectedly opened like a double door.

There are no internal organs in it.

There is only one that is like a safe, surrounded by an abdominal cavity that is full of science fiction and resembles a steel plate.

As the abdominal cavity opened, a truly cool white mist dispersed and floated toward the ground.

On the other hand, he stretched his hand into his abdominal cavity, grabbed a pistol covered in ice blue in the white mist, aimed at the fleshy bones below which were frantically gnawing food, and said quietly with a calm expression on his face.

"I, Feng Jiutian, is destined to be the name everyone looks up to."

The muzzle of this pistol is the size of two fists, and the whole body is flowing with ice-blue fluid like a liquid, emitting a peculiar light, and it looks extremely beautiful.

The next second—

"Boom!!"

A thunderball like lightning shot out from the muzzle.

In an instant, the thunder light in the sky enveloped the entire canyon.

With the sound of crackling, the smell of meat slowly floated up.

Feng Jiutian glanced at the rapidly soaring racial kill rankings, and snorted in disdain.

Only then did he put the pistol in his hand that had started to heat up rapidly, quickly stuffed it back into his chest, and turned on the freezing function again.

Just took out a prop from his arms.

"Item name": Global Horn.

"Item Level": 2-star item.

"Prop effect": You can make your voice sound in the ears of all races at the same time, limited to 200 words or less!

"Props Introduction": A prop that... looks a bit tasteless~www.mtlnovel.com~ but is sometimes very useful.

soon.

A cold and provocative voice sounded in the ears of all races on this huge planet.

"Human, Chen Jiang."

"I know what you're thinking now. Seeing that your kill list suddenly disappeared, I was shocked and angry."

"Shocked why Feng Jiutian of this mechanical family is so strong, and he is angry that the list one within his reach has disappeared like this."

"but--"

"Only the weak are angry."

"Give up the struggle, the human race is the weakest and filthiest race, and can never surpass the mechanical race."

"It's like I stepped on your feet right now."

"I, the mechanic, Feng Jiutian!"

"The name you all look up to!"

Just drove to the edge of City 18, ready to target Chen Jiang who started bombing the residential area of City 18.

Hearing the sudden prompting sound in his ear, he was stunned for a moment, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

But then when I saw the racial kill list, I immediately understood.

"Racial Killing Rankings."

"Number one, the mechanical family, Feng Jiutian."

"Number of aliens killed: 3678."

"Number two, Human Race, Chen Jiang."

"Number of aliens killed: 1682."

"That's it."

Chen Jiang couldn't help grinning: "Is this a provocation?"

"Originally, I didn't plan to kill too many mechs today, but this challenge has come. I feel that I don't kill a few mechs today, so I'm a little sorry for the provocation."

"Tsk, actually, I really don't want to carry the reputation of a racial aggressor."

Chapter end

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